When the north. Face Brush Artifact. When Feng went back upstairs with the stepping cardboard he had borrowed from Lao Wang next door, Conan had already scout in the yellow water, and the face of a Muggle policeman on the side was a little unnatural.

This kid, what is he doing? Why are you so interested in my exorcism artifact ---- adult virgin bodily fluids?

Yamamura Cao was silent on his face, and secretly labeled Conan strangely in his heart: a philosopher little baby.

Conan's sneakers have been dyed yellow, Conan frowned, glued a little on the ground with his hands, rubbed them, did not stick to his hands, slid his feet in a circle, did not slip, tasted, did not stick to his teeth.

Wait, it's a word, I didn't lick the pee, really!

Conan wiped the yellow wall with a dark face, but he didn't know that the wall was also dyed yellow by human body fluid.

As soon as the north wind padd a piece of cardboard, Maori Kogoro had already taken the lead, and as for the twilight police officer wearing it on his feet, he stepped on it with a crisp sound, like the shoes worn by a baby during his toddlerhood, which was very smelly.

Conan saw that he had set up a plank and was about to step on it, but when he saw the water on the soles of his shoes, Xiaolan kindly rejected him and pushed Conan far away.

"Brother Beifeng, let me go up!" Conan waved his hand and began to stomp his feet to sell cuteness, splashing in all directions, and Xiaolan clenched his fists on the side, his head full of black lines, and the arrow that was about to learn to leave the string flew in.

"Please mellow get out of the way, learn your name, and then sell cute shit to you." Beifeng directly came with a wave of quality three, and his tone seemed to be very calm, and he would beat him with a stick in the next second.

I don't know if it's a hallucination, Conan seems to see that demonic man, in Conan's eyes, suddenly turned into a little devil with horns and a swaying tail, and there is a small red book dancing happily on the side, the cover is a funny smiling face, Conan shrunk his neck, very heartfelt and obediently continued to flow yellow water.

The baby is bitter, but the baby doesn't say it.

Conan was distressed, and suddenly saw that the yellow in front of him was replaced by a warm log-colored cardboard, and Morihara North Wind said no, but his body was very honest and put a mat for Conan, Conan snorted, and was so moved that he felt that this brother was not in vain.

In the next second, the north wind patted him on the shoulder: "Son... Slip of the tongue again: Pippi shrimp, let's go. ”

Conan's emotion froze on his face.

(ノꐦ๑ ́Д'๑)ノ彡┻━┻

……

Conan, who had calmed down, took a deep breath and sighed as he stepped on the mat as a skateboard to wipe his pee.

Seriously, detectives nowadays are a technical job, not only with good skills, but also with a test of belly. For example, cleanliness is absolutely impossible to do, this is the scene, either wearing a skirt to make a butt of blood, or stepping on the pee, Conan, born in the name, he is really too difficult.

"North Wind, I think it's weird here." Conan pondered his cheeks, in the room where the murder occurred in front of him, the long tongue of the hanged woman was sticking out long, and when she looked at her face, she was actually a little familiar.

"Hitomi-chan!"

Unexpectedly, the eye frame is protruding, a pair of beautiful eyes have turned into prominent dead fish eyes, the eyeballs are bloodshot, the beautiful convex marks on the neck make a blue and purple mark, and the female corpse's dedication is comparable to Shuichi Akai, who pretended to be dead and gave birth to a pink tongue, she gave up a ribbon.

Isn't this guy doing things for the organization, I remember that the guy went undercover in a gangster, and this lying down is not clear to hell, and it is also miserable, this legendary overturning scene is okay?

Conan took advantage of the fact that Officer Maori and Officer Twilight were looking for clues related to the identity information of the deceased, and began to observe carefully at the scene, and he saw obvious red marks on the neck of the corpse, one by one, the old face was red, and the sigh was quite intense.

He took another closer look at the rope that strangled the man, turned his back to his head and turned it upward, there were obvious signs of struggle on his hand, and of course, the most suspicious thing was that the slippers on the feet of the deceased were placed on the ground neatly.

A touch of red faintly floated on the wall, the crisp sound of high heels sounded, and the north wind casually pointed at the ceiling, just an ordinary point, and then, as if pulling something invisible, the sound of high heels disappeared instantly, and the indifferent man wearing a hood had a wooden expression, and his tone was unwavering: "I'm sorry, I ripped off the roots of your shoes." ”

Female ghost: "......"

The supernatural aura was instantly shrouded, and in the eyes of others, there was a mist rising around the north wind for no reason, and there was a vague shadow in the fog.

The north wind struck like a mosquito.

"Smack~"

The mist was blown away by the "soft" wind, and the ghost duck who had lost its front teeth sat on the ground, and Chu Chu was pitifully thrown into the reincarnation gate, and the north wind clapped his hands, turned around and left.

Behind the poor manual, a little red light began to emerge, gurgling blood, gushing out of the manual, the cold breath gradually melted in the warm sun, and a faint female ghost crawled out again.

"I didn't expect it, even the god of death can't help the ghost, this world is over!" The female ghost whispered hazy, her eerie eyes rolling, just in time for a pair of wooden emotional eyes.

Beifeng: "It's okay, I'll mend the knife." ”

The female ghost was thrown into the reincarnation gate again.

Half a minute later, she crawled out again.

Lost again,

Climb again,

lose

crawl

……

After several experiments, Beifeng finally confirmed the fact that the reincarnation door of the underworld was malfunctioning, which is strange.

He took one last look at the lump of crackling on the ground, and with a heavy fist, he broke up the soul group in front of him, and pulled out a black mosaic from it, and the rest of the soul group condensed back into the ignorant female ghost, and Xiao Hitomi was thrown into the reincarnation door with a confused face, and did not climb out again.

Beifeng didn't cast Hitomi as a chicken or a bird this time, he voted her as an ostrich.

The long legs that Chunjingmen dreams of wanting, one roast and one fragrant, and you can eat ten vodka in one meal.

Just thinking about it, the long-lost exclusive call rang, found an open place, Beifeng answered the phone, the familiar male voice on the other side was very calm, calm and wild, wild and rational, he said seriously: "Moët, I did three tasks for you today." ”

North Wind: "Hmm. ”

Thank you so much.

Gin: "......"

"I never help people for free, you have to help them back."

"It's you who assigns the task, so how you use me, it's up to you." Beifeng replied seriously.

Gin choked, looked at the chat skills in his hand, slammed the book, and asked as he pleased: "What about you?" I'm coming to you. ”

"Something?"

"It's fine."

"What are you doing then?"

"I don't know."

Gin took out a cigarette, at this moment, smoking a cigarette, blowing the wind, the smoke foam was sprinkled around, the light eyes glanced at the vodka coldly, and the thin lips lightly opened: "Drive, vodka." ”

"Must be there in five minutes."

The moved Han Han and his good friend nodded wildly.